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simplysoriya · 5 years ago

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The Eternal Serpent

{Prologue, 1, 2, 3, interlude, 4, 5}

Chapter 6: The Temple

In deep ocean, currents were powerful and always in motion just above the surface. Vast and endless bodies of water pushed themselves, unchanging, in the direction that they always had. There was something ancient and unyielding about the way nature operated. Changed by nothing but itself. Songs were written about the sea in ways men speak of lovers, both soothing enough that every sailor kept it close to their heart and all fiercely respected it borne of fear.

Sailors wrote songs about the sea as if they were lovers. The gentle embrace and feeling of freedom that came with the life of wind in their hair and the sun on the horizon. But they also spun tales of the harsh and unforgiving ocean and the fury of storms that had swallowed up so many of their kind, instilling both fear and respect.

Such was the duality of the ocean.

But below? There was calm and serene in the gentle embrace of salt water that wrapped all that dare to plunge in. Leaving them surrounded from head to toe aimlessly floating amongst the endless miles of nothing but sea.

Each paddle taken downward was colder than the last. The vibrant sun with both light and warmth strangled by the ever encroaching sea. Leaving the seafloor blotched with stretches of white sands and underwater flora right along with spanning pits of empty black trenches where the light dare not tread.

It was far from the sunny beaches of Stranglethorn or the temperate shorelines of Tanaris…

Pressure began to wrack at her muscles producing involuntary contractions and tension as she braved the large trench that seemed to taper off into oblivion. Her lungs began begging for air needily with each second spent below the waves. But still she persisted deeper down the underwater cliff face with nothing but stubborn determination and a sense of hope.

After all, the alternative was a boat full of pirates still waiting for her up above. Undoubtedly already preparing to pursue her.

Running parallel to the jagged rock wall that led to the dark depths below light became scarce. Soriya remembered the reading light she had snagged from the goblin Quartermaster before. Fishing into her pocket to pull the small enchanted stone free, holding it in her palm with a gentle squeeze before a soft yellow light leaked from between her fingers.

It wasn’t much but it was enough to light her way as she explored down into the deeps further and further still.

Scrolling over the expanses of rocks was a daunting task with a limited window. Without diving gear or an extra tank of oxygen only gave her so much time to find the temple she sought. But it was all she had as others threatened to use the legend to their own ends and snatch the find from right under her. She couldn’t just accept defeat after coming so far, after doing so much, after investing so much of her life into finding it…

It was now or never.

It wasn’t until that dull light scanned over a smoother stone then the rest that hope was reignited fervently. A smooth banner rested far too perfect for it to be made from the ocean itself. Swimming down she investigated further only to find an old and broken down statue, full of pores and beaten by the passage of time spent underwater. But there was no mistaking the markings of a Pandarian cloud serpent.

She had finally found it; The Temple of the Eternal Serpent.

The crawling swim through the Temples rocky, dilapidated, and dark entrance seemed to go on forever. She thought her lungs would explode in her chest as anxiety began to wrack at her mind. It hadn’t even crossed her mind, despite its oceanic grave, that the whole temple may be underwater. A severe misstep in her plan that only darkened her thoughts as she desperately continued, knowing full well that she wouldn’t make it to the surface in time to replenish her air supply.

In the darkness, however, there was a glimmer of hope as the tunnel narrowed and led upward. Leaving a shimmering ripple of light against the surface of the water. Swiftly Soriya swam toward salvation as her lungs bucked and bubbles of the last of her air escaped her mouth making her chest heave and spasm.

A deep and needful gasp for breath immediately followed as the young monk resurfaced in the Temples entrance with a splash. Relenting to lay on the stone plateau sprawled out as half of her body remained beneath the water. Coughing and sputtering as she wheezed in air enough to fill her chest. It was like the whole world went black for just a moment as she desperately tried to normalize her breathing.

Eventually, once she felt well enough, Soriya squared her arms with her shoulders and lifted herself out from the pool that almost was her end. Soon scrambling to the first available surface to rest her back on as she continued to recover.

Fending off the excitement over the find proved to be a downhill battle. Here she was, standing where legend was born. The setting of a story she had heard so long ago. A place so many others had sought out only to fail. But here she was. History was within her grasp, if only her lungs would get on the same page as her mind.

Still weary she pushed on, even as her body rebelled against the very thought. She was too close now, she had gone through too much to take a break.

Stubbornly she pressed on down the dark hallway made of ancient stone. She recognized the familiarity of it as large blocks lay on top of one another in a near perfect pattern, held up by smooth and rounded pillars that the Pandarian often use in their infrastructure. Nothing but her stolen reading light in hand to lend to the dim light that radiated from scriptures on the wall.

Her mind raced as it filled with what awaited her deeper within. The legend had spoke of three trials she would face once within these walls. One of strengths, one of will, and a third that was shrouded in mystery. Each having a unique challenge that was never expanded on in any text she had read.

Arriving at the first room in the temple Soriya was greeted with a wondrous, large and grand antechamber. Six pillars stood flanking the room arranged in a circle with a single plaque situated in the center of them. On the other side of the room, at first glance, was simply an imposing door sealed off with a large stone slab.

As she stepped into the chamber Soriya’s eyes lit with awe as she spun in stride to take in all the room had to offer. Murals of the Jade Serpent sprawled out over the smooth faces of the walls behind the pillars depicting Fe’lon, The Eternal Serpent, finding his home in the mountains and settling down. Presumably to this very spot.

Drifting closer to the murals, a stark reminder that she wasn’t alone in her pursuits hung heavy. As much as she wanted to soak in every aspect of the fabled temple there was hardly time with the threat of treasure seekers looming in the back of her mind.

A dejected sigh rumbled as she lowered her head toward the ground. Making her way to the center chamber, those teal eyes of hers longingly drifted toward the piece of pandarian culture that had been swallowed up by the sea and lost by time, whimsically staring as if she was saying goodbye to an old friend.

With a brush of her hand to clear the modest amount of dust that covered the plaque, Soriya scanned over their words for a clue that would lead her further into the temple. It was written in old pandarian, but she could still make out the words after a little study. Quietly she read aloud to herself,

“Steel yourself for these trials will test your very soul.”

“The first will challenge your resolve. Remove the obstacle from the doorway to proceed to the next trial.”

It wasn’t the most informative slab of stone in the world, that much was certain, but it did serve to add context to the chamber itself. The doorway she had spotted early came under increased scrutiny of those teal eyes. Leaving little doubt it was the way forward… it just came to dealing with the massive stone wall, easily twice her size, that blocked the way. Off to the side was a thick rope that was tethered to the ground in two spots. It ran up and into the ceiling right next to the wall she sought to move. Another clue that hid obscured behind pillars on her initial gaze.

Drawing nearer to the challenge Soriya studied the obstruction with knitted brows and a quizzical face. There was no way she could lift that on her own, not without help. It was clear the rope tied into things as well. The fact that these trials were meant to be faced by one person alone only deepend the mystery.

Regardless of the case she had to try something...

Both hands came to take a firm grasp of the rope off to the side. Straining herself as she tugged hard against the cord, and as fate would have it, the stone slab rose an inch for her efforts. A happy surprise that brought a smile to her face as she continued to heave away, lifting the door up inch by inch against the strain of her efforts.

Though the smooth sailing far too quick, for as soon as she let go of the rope the stone fell before crashing into the floor with a boom so loud it shook the chamber. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.

Soriya tried again, taking the rope within her hands and tugging fistful by fistful with her weight against the rope. Desperately she looked for something to tether the rope to, another clamp on the floor. But she found no such luck. She took the rope as far into the room as she could. But the pillars remained too far for her to tie it to.

Frustration came in waves as the young monk let the door crash onto the floor once more. And once more it threatened to collapse the ancient structure down around her head.

There was one more idea she had left to try, though it was the most dangerous of the attempts thus far. With the swim down already offering up a hazard to her life, Soriya saw little choice if she wanted to progress further into the temple.

For the third time, she wrapped her hands around the thick rope with a vice like grip. Pulling to leverage the door open bit by bit as each handful drew her closer to the juncture. She got as close as she could while the slack of the rope piled up behind her, up until she could see the winding hallway leading to the next trial.

With a deep and clearing breath she tugged as hard as she could toward the door only to abandon the rope mid way through. Throwing herself into a roll right under the now falling slab of stone that would crush her in a heartbeat. Speed was of the essence as the young monk braced herself in a kneel, her head tucked down to run parallel with her shoulders, and her hands right above them, only to catch the stone and stop its momentum. Her hands enveloped in ivory energies of chi helped her keep the stone in place, but such an exponential explosion of her energy? So quickly? She couldn’t keep it up long as the stone continually reminded her with its weight, bearing down until she began to buckle under the pressure.

Inch by inch Soriya waddled her way toward her goal, so within reach now that all she had to do was fight against the burden that had already pushed her hands to meet her shoulders. It wasn’t until she was a step away that she scurried, sliding her bottom half out first as her hands pushed against the falling door, only serving to speed up her exit from under it.

SLAM!!

The door crashed down behind her in tandem with the relieved exhale that escaped her after she had cleared the obstacle.

“One trial down…” She muttered to herself as she continued deeper into the ancient temple.

#RP #canon #story #stories #temple of the eternal serpent #chapter 6 #Soriya #wra

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newsnerd-ooc · 5 years ago

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Mogu Vs Monk

With the look Soriya paid Lat, as she handed over a firearm with the most casual demeanor she had ever seen, the Sin’dorei may as well have had a bundle of question marks above her head. “What? No! I don’t want that…” Her voice shifting from surprise, to offended, and finally to resignation. Finally waving off the piece with her lips pulled and twisted into a displeased look.

Likely much to the rogues displeasure Soriya wasn’t as practiced with keeping her voice down. Her last statement echoed like a whisper against the wind into the clearing where the Mogu practiced their dark magics. The ghost of a noise enough to stir one of the summoners from his spell induced stupor long enough to check it’s surroundings.

The monk did as she was instructed, learning quickly that there was little in the way of time to process before Latilda just does… what Latilda does. Swiftly she plopped herself down behind the rock as the ordinance was lobbed over into the small group. Carefully covering her long and sensitive ears with cupped hands as her eyes squeezed shut.

BANG!!!

She was spared a brunt of the bang, but still those ever sensitive ears picked up the loud pop. The Mogu, however, weren’t as lucky. Even with the element of surprise gone, Latilda’s cavalier attitude had saved them from being discovered too soon. But it also left little time to react. Escaping her cover hastily and low, Soriya flanked the other side of the boulder her new partner didn’t occupy. Using the distraction and dazed opponents to her advantage to close the distance.

The monk was no slouch physically. That elven heritage gave the gift of height and posture, and her life as a monk had filled a lanky frame into something far more suited for fighting. Though she still paled in comparison to the three Mogu that towered above her. And yet, Soriya didn’t show an ounce of fear as she stood between the three. After all, she had the advantage; the entire reason that monks came to be was to fight against the very Mogu who subjugated the Pandarian. She had trained for the better part of a decade to use that agile speed, precision might, and graceful movements- everything she needed to counter the hulking and heavy bodies of her opponents and their over sized weapons- and of course she had the advantage of having her sight and hearing unhindered by the flash bang.

While the mogu in question stood at least three heads above the human girl, it was hard to deny the effects of buckshot at close range. It seemed to severely hinder the combatant, allowing her to reload. But that also allows for the singular target to retaliate with a swipe of their polearm, the strike knocking the woman onto her ass, only able to get a single round in. Of course, she’d have to roll out of the way of another wild swing, drawing a dagger to ram into the limb in hopes of making a grip difficult to ascertain.

Meanwhile, the non-spellcaster of the group fixated on the elven monk, deciding to draw his hand-and-a-half longsword and swing wildly. Of course, being half-blind only further hinders one’s combatant capabilities, allowing soriya simple access to the pressure points, limbs and appendages that one trained in disabling or fatalistic strikes might draw upon for success.

The third mogu, in contrast, ws still trying to recover what they could for their resurrection ritual.

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cuthie · 5 years ago

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Omru: Mushy Talk

Pandaria.

Omru had never been to the island of Pandaria before his invitation to the Soju Slam. There was a currency prize for the winner of the drinking competition, as well as some neat raffle prizes. There he had bartered with some pleasant vendors, and had met some of the Alliance races he had yet to see with his own eyes. Worgen, Humans, Void Elves and even a gnome! It had been unfortunate that he misunderstood the rules of the game, however. Om had been under the impression that this would be a test of constitution. Who could drink the nastiest most vile liquid without throwing up? Living in the wastelands of Vol’dun, Om did not have sensitive taste buds. He had been confident entering his drinking bracket, but uh…

He wasn’t the first to fall down drunk, but he had lost his lunch. Twice. Still, the experience had been worth it. He had met so many people, heard so many stories, and was eager to explore more of the peaceful paradise the bear folks called home. Just, not that night. No, he had to sleep off the booze, first.

Morning came and he had the biggest headache he had ever experienced. He felt like shit. Usually he was fine camping, that was his preference. He could pack and unpack all his stuff in minutes, not hours. It was his nomadic way of life, laying his head down wherever he felt like it. That day, he instead checked into a Pandaren inn. His sympathetic hosts had given him herbs and some kind of tea to help in his recovery, but he wasn’t feeling up to his usual self until much later on in the evening.

As the stars began to emerge, Om slowly stepped out of the small wooden building in a set of plated armor. In his mind he had expected that he might fall over or walk slowly, as if in a bog. In reality, the heavy armor wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. He could feel the added weight on his shoulders and pushing down his paws with each step, but with that came power and a level of security. Omru had been training with monks and soldiers, tauren and orcs alike for months and months before joining the Horde officially. After that he had joined the Sons of Varok in battling minions of the Void. Luft, his best friend, had been the first to take notice of his changing physique. Most Vulpera were scrawny scrappers, light on their feet, but not capable of taking a hit. Omru had been beaten senseless in sparring sessions and battles alike. All the training and ass kickings as well as a steady supply of nutritional food had given him a strength he hadn’t ever known. To borrow a sin’dorei term, he was kind of ripped.

‘And watch what happens when I assist. Try it now.’

The beautiful soft voice of the formless elemental had been a whisper in his large fluffy ears. “Alright, here we go.” Grinning, Omru rushed ahead through a darkening meadow of foreign flowers and the scent of, what was that, honey? Again, he had expected to fall flat on his face, but he was moving so fast, it almost felt like it was nothing at all.

‘See? When we work together, it’s much easier.’

Omru leapt into the air, a gust of wind lifting his body ten feet off the ground before his black furred paws returned to the grass. This whole thing had been her idea, of course, Luft’s. Omru had taken more than his fair share of hits in the Son’s Northrend battles. He needed better protection, and more importantly, he couldn’t rely on the shadow techniques he had learned from ancient Tortollan scrolls years ago. Stealth and teleportation had become instinctual to the fox. He could just concentrate and poof into nothing. It had saved his bacon more than a few times, but when N'zoth's visions had drawn his group of friends and allies into the shadows? It had done nothing but hurt him. He could hear a deep voice calling to him, and worse, he wanted to follow it. Shifting into the shadows was no longer a liberating trick. It had tugged on something within him, convincing him that there was no hope. For a moment he could only feel despair, until the Sons of Varok had snapped him out of it.

Ever since then, his abilities had become unreliable. They took more concentration, and worse, seemed to tax his body and mind afterwards. It wasn’t worth it. Some people could handle the Void with expertise. Some could use a little tricky shadow magic here and there and get away with it. Whatever had happened in those visions had left a lasting mark on him, and for better or worse, he was now hanging it up.

Instead he was going to focus on what he could control. Similar to the monks and warriors of the Horde, he would continue to train, weaponizing his body and mind to compensate for his loss of ‘tricks’. Besides, he still had a full backpack filled with helpful elixirs, potions, explosives and enchanted doodads. And now this armor? He was surprised at how natural it felt, and how proud he was. He felt like a little Hukaga in a way. Hukaga was the leader of the Sons. A mountain of a Tauren in full plated Horde warrior’s armor. Omru had watched him cleave Nerubians, Void monstrosities and spectral wolves alike with fierce swings of his mighty axe. Om would never be that tall, that large, that strong, but that didn’t mean he had to be weak. His time amongst the larger races had proven nothing but beneficial, and with Luft’s elemental magicks assisting him, there was no telling what the future Omru would be capable of.

As the sun dipped down below the horizon, Omru ran and leapt through the grass. Long furry black tail swishing behind him, he was imagining himself clobbering his enemies left and right. Like Hukaga, like Kee, like Loh.

‘You’re already pretty great, you know.’

Omru allowed himself to fall backwards, knowing Luft would catch him before he hit the ground, regardless of the added weight. Softly his body was lowered into the Pandarian grass, his bright orange eyes darting from star to star in the sky. “Thanks. You’re pretty great too. You know?”

‘I-’

Luft flew up into the sky, only a minor distortion in Om’s vision before becoming completely invisible. There was no looking at Luft, usually. Only feeling her presence and hearing her words. ‘I didn’t think I would feel this way about a mortal again. Well, not again. You’re different.’

Omru stuck out his tongue, “Well, thanks for that. Different, not funny or charming?”

‘Oh you’re definitely both of those at times. Also corny and hopeless with maps. For someone who travels a lot, you’ve got us lost more times than I can count.’

“Tell me more about how great I am, please continue.”

There was a small pause in movement and sound. A full minute of silence, in which Omru’s gut twisted. Had she left? She hadn’t left his side since Winterspring. “Luft?”

‘I’m here. Just thinking on my words.’

“No need to do that around me. Let’er rip!”

‘Okay. Well, a long time ago I was summoned to this realm, this plane, against my wishes. Around twenty summers ago, I suppose. My body as I knew it had been ripped away, lost between planes as a goblin child mettled with rituals far beyond his skill or understanding.’

Omru frowned. It was a rough story, but one he had heard before.

‘It took me a year to forgive him, maybe longer. But afterwards we grew closer than I had ever been with any of my own kind. I saw him as my adopted mortal child, in a way. I took care of him. So when I lost him to those Naga…’

The Vulpera could feel the moisture in the air around him swelling, as if it were about to rain.

‘Anyways, I ran away. I don’t know what drew me to you, specifically, other than knowing you had that totem around your neck. But, I’m glad I did. If I’m being too forward, you may tell me.’

Omru blinked. Too forward? She hadn’t said anything new, but maybe she was just feeling weird about the sensitive topic. He himself had felt pretty shitty at Paz’s passing, but for Luft it had to be like she said. A mother losing her son. “No, you’re not. I’d tell you.”

‘We haven’t been together for long, comparatively, but there’s just something about you Omru. I love your voice, I love your deductive reasoning, your jokes, the faces you make. You’re a great friend to me, and without you to help me cope, I may have never come out of this in one piece. I just wanted you to know how much I care for you. I think, perhaps, I hadn’t said that enough to Pazaz. So. There it is.’

Omru sat up, one ear flickering as he scented the air with an upturned snout. Something sweet was on the wind. Typical Pandaria, maybe. Exhaling softly, Om scratched at the back of his head, “I think that’s natural. We miss the ones we lose, and so we try to do better to remember how to love the ones we still have. I- Let’s get mushy, we’re already there, right? I love you like family. I’ve never been close to anyone like this before. I’m not saying we should go snog, and I’m not even sure how that would work, heh, but uh.. “

‘I don’t think I’m capable of snogging. Being close to you is good enough for me. I wasn’t saying I’ve developed romantic feelings, that would be obtuse. We’re not compatible in that sense.’

Om grinned, “You sure you don’t wanna have a romp in the hay sometime?” Wiggling his brow line in a corny gesture, he was unprepared for the great gust that shoved him back down into the grass. His body was then rolled through the meadow over and over, the fur around his face rustling as he laughed, “Alright, uncle, uncle! I was teasing!”

There was laughter in the shapeless elemental’s voice, ‘Uh huh, be careful what you wish for Omru. What do you mortals say? I could rock your world.’

As the playful display of power stopped, Omru’s head spun for a brief moment after. “Yeah, I believe it.” Still grinning, the world around him calmed as he continued, “My family and friends are loved from a distance. I meet people, then see them once every few months, sometimes years. Distance doesn’t sap my love for them, never has never will. But this? You and me? I’ve never stayed with someone this long, and it’s been awesome. You’re my confidant, you’re my best friend, you make me feel safe and strong at the same time. And honestly, it kind of worries me that you might up and leave sometime. I’ve never had that fear before, that idea that I could lose someone. I mean, I would always treasure our time together, our stories, our talks. But-”

‘I feel exactly the same. Like you’re too good to be true, or you’ll discover some great imperfection in me that will turn you away.’

Omru stood up, stretching under the weight of his new plated armor, “Forever is a long time, but maybe we’ll see it together. I’m glad you found me.”

‘Okay, enough mush. It’s training time.’

And with that, the little Vulpera was launched up in the air as if thrown by a mighty Tauren.

“Waah!”

#vulpera #WRA RP #wra #Wyrmrest roleplay #omru #Sons of Varok

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wilddriud · 5 years ago

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The things we sacrifice

((Warning: Graphic violence, gore ))

There had been a string of violence as of late against the Kaldorei. Getting rather annoyed with hearing and seeing it through her vines, Tasca needed to step in, felt the need to see what she could do about addressing this violence. This seemed to be a growing pattern, particularly with humans. A group would be without and the humans would cast them out, aid in small ways, or start insinuating that these beings are a problem and begin to retaliate against them. They had done this with the Orcs, the Undead, the Sin'dorei, the worgan, the people of Westfall. A chuckle from her throat came as she thought upon how they had even done so to their own kind. Right now, however, it was to the people she was portraying herself as. A sigh as she waited her mind drifting on. Of course, knowing very well others have done hate unto others thus why there is Horde and Alliance, she can't say they have all been kind unto each other. The Kaldorei themselves have faults and have had issues with others. This was just...more apparent. Plus kicking a horse when it's down is just uncalled for. Besides, these were Kul Tirans, if they wanted to be part of the Alliance they need to learn their place. That being as a people that work with others and this island seemed to be the worse of the lot. For now, something was to be done. Following through the net work of roots and greenery on the island it'd take her a couple days or so to track down a small group. Her timing seemed to have been blessed as she learned this group was going to hold a rally. With the pull over Bel'sharia she had, Tasca sent the Ilidari off to crash the party so to speak. Telling her to do as she wished so long as the leader was brought to herself. Knowing full well the Ilidari would likely be lenient, giving only a couple broken bones here and there, cuts and mostly bruises she knew she'd have to step up the game. Tasca would also know that Bel'sharia was almost as good as a rogue when it came to infiltration, covering her scent and using various tools, such as the tear gas Tasca provided to cover the womans trail more so. The moon hung in over head, its light bright in the clear sky. A soft touch of starlight stretched out over the world on a blanket of darkness. It would do. Tasca's only thought lingering on the hope that Elune, nor her beloved Ysera, was to see what was to come. Save to perhaps to forgive her of the crime she would commit. Bel'sharia had done her work well, as expected of the demon huntress. Her tracking and sight were most helpful at such times. Holding things over the others head made things easier. This night she was not in her usual state, dressed for such a special occasion, her gown was a deep forest green. A high collar came in to her neck to hide the scales she couldnt hide as she was still weak. Antler like horns branching out from her forehead arching up and around seeming to create a crown. The sleeves long enough to cover half of her hands. The long, wide skirt covering her tail. Deep emerald eyes watching on as one of the men she was targeting was dragged down along the grassland. Bel'sharia had done a good job beating the human to near death. Racist carved onto his forehead. His body managed and beaten. Blood seeming to cover him well as it faded on and matched the arrange of bruising upon his form. This wouldn't be enough however. She had been slighted. What she guarded and protected had been insulted enough and had gone through enough without having one more insect bite into it's crumbling life. Her head turned upwards towards the sky, looking to the moon for a single moment before her ears flicked as the illidari spoke, "Brought the leader, I think the others know better now." She seemed smug over her work, which granted was earned. However the druidess wasn’t satisfied. "Release him and step away." Tascas tone was sharp and hot. Not something the illidari would ignore and so she stepped away, leaving the man on the spot. "Pl-please. No more. We-we wont do it again." Of course the man would sputter such, begging for any mercy. Tasca would take a step forward. "Did my friend scare you? Illidari are quite mean and scary aren’t they?" She would give him a soft smile, "but you know druids aren’t like that, right?" The man would look back, almost seeming confused before trying for a smile. "Uh right...yes..i-i see that now. Your people are good." He'd give a nervous laugh. "You have me mistaken. But that is fine. Your thoughts aren’t going to matter anymore. Your breath wont matter. Your life doesn’t matter. You...are just food for my babies now." As she spoke, vines and roots of the various plant life would begin to sprout and worm their way through the soil towards the man. Wrapping in around his body, pulling him in down to the dirt as sharp points would pierce his flesh. Threading under his skin as thistle needles dragged along flesh and scraping into muscle fiber. Twisting in through his being, shredding through flesh, muscle, and bone. Slowly seeming to rip small pieces of his being away into the soils below. Blood seeping out, overflowing as the dirt seemed to grow drunk off the amount, spilling it over grass and stone. The males screams were cut short as one vine shoved in through his mouth, digging on down through his throat, his intestines, down and down until finally it reached an exit point. Tears ran down his cheeks, body jerking, twitching and the pain burned heavily through his being. Finally, it would come to an end for him. A single vine would curl through his form, reaching around his heart. Wrapping in around and around as it would begin to squeeze. Pressing in harder and harder, till finally...POP! What remained of his body would go limp and soon the grass around him would be seen eating at his flesh, muscle and bone as the earth would reclaim him to be nothing more than a stain of blood. Bel'sharia had turned her back, even to her sigh such a thing was too much for her to endure as she gagged. The scent forcing her to cover her mouth as the air reeked of fecal matter, blood and the rot of death. "You could have just told him to fuck off. That...that was..." she couldn't even think of the words. "Cat got your tongue, dog? People like him don’t deserve the air trees create. They deserve nothing more then to be the fertilizer for them. If I had my way, that whole lot would be dead like this but I trust you did enough to remind them elves don’t take things lightly." She didn't have an answer. What could she possibly say to a woman who had just done....this. "I'm going home...to cleanse myself of...of this." The illidari would leave and Tasca would remain under the pale moonlight.

The smell of hot burning sand would soon fill the air as her sister would begin to appear out of a portal.

"You say i don't do enough and when i do something you come knocking on my door to complain, what do you want now, Nor?" Tasca would call to her in a dry tone, not turning to face her sibling behind her.

Nortanus was a taller kaldorei, a little too tall for females. Her body was thin, almost wiry. Her features slightly sharp and pointed. The very image of a librarian. A small pair of monocles rested on her nose, a slim silver chain hanging down on side before going up over her shoulder and around her neck in a loose necklace, adding to the other larger chained necklace she wore with a Magus symbol. Her robes were of silk, the finest clothing one could buy would be the first off the shelf every time for this woman. Four rings showing her schools of magic have mastered, many more rings of various schools would be at home, choosing four different rings at random each day. Her shoulder length purple hair was pulled back into a small bun, seeming to copy a style by the Pandarian people today.

"You act too much like one of them and strain yourself for them. You don't pace yourself." Nortaunus would say in a rather friendly soft voice as she approached, reaching to take the elder siblings hand to push back the sleeve to reveal the green scales, before Tasca would pull her hand away and shake her arm down so the fabric fell over once more.

"Ysera did it, why can't i?

That seemed to gain a chuckle from the Bronze, "Oh please. Don't pretend you do things to follow in her footstep, we both know out of the three of us you are the most foul minded. You'll come up with any excuse to have people forgive you for the things you pull."

Tasca shook her head, "I still think it's annoying how you think you know me, how you think you can read me like one of your books and understand me so well. You don't. And i'll say that for the rest of my life."

The younger of the two would shake her head and sigh, before pulling out a vial and pass it over. "Here, this will help you recover faster. I'm...just tired of seeing you either be a drunk on the side of the road or being the one who almost kills herself while saving a couple other people, not to mention how much to stretch yourself to watch over the areas you are in. How much of the plant life here hasn't been used or blessed by you?"

Tasca accepts the vial and drinks its contents without question, "Mm...i'd still say about thirty percent, maybe even forty. It's hard to tell with some of the reaches between the islands, plus...the forest of Drusvar is still...sick, it's hard tapping into there properly. I keep having to reclaim pieces of it."

"That's too much and no where near where you need to watch. Honestly." A sigh came from Nortanus, her hands folding in before her lap as she stood. "Thank you for having those commissions done by Liza, i think she really needed something different to tackle. I don't know how to help her. I feel like...maybe i'm getting through to her and then...we take three steps back. The kids are doing well though, Elruna is keeping them busy, she loves kids so it works out well."

"I think she'll break through." A chuckle came from Tasca before she went on, "I think it's funny. You'll bend over backwards for the people that have proven to be worth your time and i...just make people feel like they owe me their lives to win their adoration."

"Now whose being the cynical one?" Nortanus would say almost amused before placing a hand to her siblings shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. "You are loved Tasca, and if you open up to people they'll get to know you for who you are."

Tasca wouldn't reply, silent would pass over them and soon the younger of the pair would make her leave, stepping through another portal to return to her garrison. The green dragon would look up to the sky once more before making her leave back to the brothel.

#random story #wra #original characters #kaldorei #ilidari #druid #mage #bronze dragon #green dragon #ic

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baby-nanori · 5 years ago

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So @buffgoatsinc is like a level 100 paladin and she strapped Nanori to Finn’s chest baby sling style and ran me through Blackrock Mountain, all the while I nearly died like every fucking encounter. Blink, ice block, and invis saved my fucking bacon. After this she also gave me 20kg just so I could buy bigger bags. And I’m just over here like ‘.... nice’

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Dear Ts’ana,

I will try to recount what happened when I went to Brewfest. The past sixteen hours are not so clear and I’m still not sure what continent I’m on. I know I’m in the house of a Pandaran and a new… friend. Yes, I suppose I would call Finhiir a friend.

I went to Brewfest and I had some wine some Draenei brought. I was excited to see some more Draenei and they were very nice about me never having anything to drink before. They gave me some wine and told me to enjoy Brewfest.

I learned to ride a racing ram. I joined a sausage eating contest (I didn’t win, but I did my best). I helped a brewery advertise in Ironforge. I tried a bunch of food (the Draenei I got the wine from said to eat a lot on alcohol); there was soooo much cheese and bread Ts’ana. I loved every moment of it.

Then I ended up dancing with some dwarves and humans in front of a band. When I’d danced my hooves off I slumped against a table and contemplated eating snow for some hydration when a big Draenei joined me at the table. I thought nothing of it until he said, ‘why the sad look, cos? It’s Brewfest!’ and put a mug of beer into my hand. I tried to tell him that, no, I wasn’t his cousin but he wouldn’t listen to me and insisted we drink together.

So I drank the beer with him.

And then I drank another beer with him.

And I drank another. And another. And another.

I honestly don’t know where I even put all that alcohol! I’m a little Draenei girl and this big, shirtless, Draenei expected me to keep up with him!

But I upheld the family honor. I kept up. Hopefully, my brothers would be proud!

I did get his name eventually. Finhiir. But he loudly told me no one calls him that. Everyone calls him Finn and since I’m his cousin I should also call him Finn.

I’m not related to this Draenei. Never have been. I have no idea why he thought we were.

Then one thing led to another and sometime after our sixth drink Finn said we needed to do something to commemorate our reunion. I had no idea what he had in mind but I was too drunk to really argue. So I said that sounded fun.

I made a horrible mistake agreeing to that, Ts’ana.

He ended up taking me south. Way south. To the Burning Steppe and a place I’d seen marked on maps as ‘EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. DO NOT ENCROACH’ I believe is Blackrock Mountain.

By now I’d sobered up for the most part but Finn kept drinking as he let me into Blackrock Mountain to an elf who teleported the both of us deeper into the earth. Finn just loudly kept saying everything was fine and he just had some business here this wouldn’t take long. Then he ran headlong into a group of gigantic two headed dogs!

I didn’t know what else to do other than keep up. I had no idea how to get back and I’d have been too worried if I’d left him alone. What if he got hurt? What if he died? What it-- I don’t even want to think it. But my worry was unfounded as I was by far the most in danger of the two. I nearly died SO many times from giant two headed dogs or rock golems. Only through the grace of the Naaru and knowing the spell Ice Block was I able to survive most of the volcano. And the entire time Finn kept yelling back at me to keep up or if I got caught he couldn’t reach me fast enough if I was in trouble.

Even hung over as I am I can still recall, with crystal clarity, Finn running at the beasts, shirtless, hitting them with his bone club and then throwing his shield like a discus and it bouncing off them and then falling over dead. Finn is so beyond any power I could comprehend right now. He’s as powerful as FelFlyer or Ellianna.

Then we came to the final chamber, at the end of a spiral jetty of rock in a lake of lava. And there the Old God Ragnaros rose up from the lava depths, killed his attendant and then turned to us. I was genuinely worried for Finn even as he yelled at Ragnaros to stop talking and fight him. Only once Ragnaros was dead could I get close enough to a still intoxication Finn to open a portal to get us out of that horrible place.

I got a cute pair of new gloves for my trouble at least.

Back in Stormwind all the alcohol finally seemed to affect Finn and he fell asleep. Just in the middle of the mage’s tower. I was not nearly as intoxicated and the fear from the Molten Core scared me sober a fair bit. I needed to get him somewhere safe and to someone who’d be able to deal with him. He didn’t have a lot on his person but he did have a Draenei beacon on him that was a portal anchor to somewhere-- off the Eastern Kingdoms. Yes I remember now, I’m in Pandara now. It was labeled “Babe”. Which was a good sign. It had to mean safety right?

I used the anchor to open another portal and shoved Finn’s passed out weight through it. We ended up in a sparse forest on the mountains in front of a house. I dragged Finn up to the door and knocked. A Pandarian answered, took one look at us and said something like ‘Somehow I’m not shocked’ or something to that effect. But he did let us inside and took Finn off me and allowed me to sleep on their sofa. I did so immediately and that was where I woke up.

I can hear Finn and the Panarian, who was awake before both of us and gave me some tea and some bread and told me his name was Ded, talking in another room. I don’t know what of. I don’t really care to know either. Writing this is making my head ache something fierce and I’m tempted to pull out my ugly hood/eye covering to protect my poor light sensitive eyes.

Really what I want to do is make sure Finn is okay before going home. If he’d just come out of that room I could check and open a portal back home.

#Wow #world of warcraft #draenei #ragnaros #brewfest #nanori #LTT

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wowerehouse · 6 years ago

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Meanwhile in Pandaria--

the Jade Witch questline...meant a lot, to Ihz. I mean, like...it’s Ihz, you know? She likes animals more than people but it’s not....because she hates people. Especially not kids. Especially not abused kids.

(The Pandarians treat their kids just fine, but if you have a better word for turning children into statues, please share.)

I mean, she has no idea what to DO with a kid--they’re loud and sticky and move in deeply unpredictable ways and none of those things are good around working dogs and mules--but she knows not to be mean to them.

And this is just...a chance for her to represent the Horde she believes in, you know? CO got a missive inviting them to Dawn’s Blossom and Ihz got sent as part of the expedition on the logic that no shit they’re sending the supply train. And one of the first things she overhears is a little girl trying to ask for help and being treated like she has an overactive imagination...when Ihz heard the exact same story from a weathered orc warrior a few days ago.

So obviously she takes Dog and Nettle and Thorn out on a little hunting trip, but she was NOT expecting the little girl to follow her out like a puppy. And, not knowing what else to do (and not having brought a lead animal, for ease of movement and also to let the train rest), she brings Thorn around next to a rock ledge and hauls the kid up behind her and just kind of lets her talk.

And then of course she spends several hours doing her mule-handler voice--the soft, gentle, good-humored reassuring tone that most people never get to hear, talking scared cubs down from trees.

So yeah. It means something to her. This is, actually, perfect for her.

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lightforgedeve · 6 years ago

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A Party, A Duel and the War

Dear Journal, Aursuna was hosting a party, mainly to meet with her Diplomats and those others under her, however she still extended her invitation to others so i got to go! I had never been to where the Pandarians are from before. It is quite the most beautiful place and has so many strange creatures! As well as beautiful too of course. The food and drink is also very tasty and there's such a large variety. I wasn't sure if i could really attend or not, and didn't bring my swimsuit this time as it was still being cleaned from last time. I...haven't really done much laundry as of late. Ooops. Aursuna started things off with rewarding her members for the work they have done and gave a nice speech. Afterwards we went on to playing and eating and drinking. It was a lot like our last trip. I did not drink as much as last time, as i woke up ill from then. Lyn'dara and i got to chat some more which was good, and Lyn'dara and Aursuna were off playing for a good while. They really do work well together and seem happy, i am glad i decided to stay behind such things and try to let go. It's still a bit hard, but i imagine it's something that will take time. I brought Chip with me, he seemed to really enjoy his time, he's laying down on the bed down resting. Taking up the whole bed again of course. It seems Lyn'dara had also finally admitted her feelings for Aursuna, i think our talk earlier helped. So we have agreed to follow through with a duel within the next few days. I don't think Lyn'dara will enjoy it, but i have hope she will be serious with it. As i know i will be. Hopefully i'm not rusty after so long of non-combat and doing all these parties.

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Dear Journal,

Today i went ahead and dueled Lyn'dara. I don't think either of us really gave it as much effort as we played, neither of us got harmed during the duel and i...i just don't feel we pushed our limits. I did lose, and for a moment even Lyn'dara admitted she was scared of me. It was just a small moment, when i caved in and could feel my need to overcome, but it didn't overtake and didn't last. She is my sister, and i cannot harm her. She did give me a good few knocks, nothing serious as i said. I let myself lay on the ground and didn't continue you. I think it was in this moment i realized, i had no heart in this fight, meaning, i had no heart to win for Aursuna. I think i upset Lyn'dara with my greedy request on this duel, as she seemed to have not felt well over the ending. I have hope i can repay her for this, as i needed this. I needed to understand this feeling and truth. I can no move on, i really can. At first i was hesitant, but now i am sure of myself and my desires. My time was not now, but it will come. I can wait. Besides, Chip and the Marsuul need some attention! I have not been devoting time to them as they need it! So, if you'll excuse i'm going to go cuddle with my pets!

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Dear Journal,

I am not sure my heart is in this. War has come, we have been in this war. It's been two days and already, we have failed. We have lost. That's how i feel and see it in any case. Ashenvale, Darkshore, we are losing ground. I'll start from the beginning. Zelandren brought in the news of the attack upon Ashenvale, this was four days ago. She did not stay, she left and went on to aid her people, she could not remain with us. I can understand her view. On that day, we had gathered our forces to be ready for the coming war, we were worried of such befalling but we did not know we would be too late for it's start. Ashenvale, became ruins. Women, children, men, anyone and everyone were murdered. The towns were becoming ashes as she readied ourselves. The day after we went on to capture a piece of the beach in Ashenvale. We worked with our Allies and we captured the section we needed to begin going through the lands to stall or stop Horde parties advancing and save as many as we could fleeing the carnange. I was...relatively mostly in charge in this campaign. We were able to form a shield with our Aurgari to protect the place we captured, and together we ensured it's safety and it's hold. I kept in contact with Khoruun and met with him and his allies when they returned from their mission, they suffered many injuries and almost lost a good leader. Through this we learned of Blight Arrows and some of the monstrosities the horde were condoning. Slaying of the Ancients and Treants, the hanging and display of the Elves they had slaughtered along the way. The first day, did little to lay heavy in my heart. I mostly worried for my friend, as he seemed to have been very badly torn in his being. I don't think i was able to console him to all my efforts. I don't know how to comfort people this time. I don't think i'm meant to nor is it my place to this time. I have little understanding of this world still, and it's being driven into war. This time, i am watching my home fall and this time, we can't just run away. This isn't the Legion. I feel it's something worse. The second day, we went on to follow along behind our Allies to make up posts so they could fall back to if necessary and serve as a safe place to send those fleeing to till we could bring them back to the shores for safe passage to Teldrissil. I was in charge fully this time. I had...to take a side onto myself that i had hoped would never come to surface. I am...disheartened. I feel i was able to supply and work within the role as expected to of any leader, pulling up troops who were breaking, getting everyone moving forward and working together. Passing along orders and ensuring chaos did not reign from within. Aursuna surprised me tonight, for one she even came and another, a darkness crept into her. I hope she took my words to heart and i hope that darkness does not linger. Lyn'dara...she also caved on occasion, i'm sure that feeling of war crept into her and made everything go blank to her. Having the Legions own war still fresh on our tails. I know she will feel it rather heavily with the coming battles. I hope she can pull out of it and not let it taint her. I know, right now, in front of everyone i'll just be playing my role. I will have to not see things personally, i will have to fade emotions and still my heart. I wont deny that this time may be easier, or maybe just as easy for i do not have such a strong connection to this world or it's people, which is the same as i had against the Legion. I did not think of the demons i slew, i did not connect with the ground beneath my hooves. I wanted a home, and i got another battle field. I wont pretend to say that i still have not wept, i will never say i have not been physically ill seeing the burning bodies of the Elves who had been so kind to me. I will not say i did not feel weak hearing upon what the Horde had done to the ancients and treants that were the protects of the forests. I just...can't let it effect my role, i cannot let my pain consume me. Once more, i must become the steel that protects my form and i must keep moving. I think perhaps this time, i am fortunate. I can speak to my friend and send him letters. I can admit my fears, my worries and pains to someone i trust who does not follow my orders and that i must follow. I admit, it's a privilege and i am glad i can be the same to him. I pray, when this is over, after we have stopped the Horde and saved them that together we can all go back to not having to steel ourselves and once more enjoy our times. I pray i can stop this world from being ash and together help it grow once more before it's too late so i can learn and grow within this world as i had hoped i could. We failed, we did not save everyone. We did not do as far or as much as we prayed and wished for. However, i have hope we can prove we are not giving up. For now, we have retreated to Stormwind, our group is small and we are making some changes and are going to get back to recruiting. Hopefully we can bolster our numbers and return once more to the fields and aid in any way we can. We can push the horde back and still rebuild!

#world of warcraft #draenei #lightforged draenei #bfa #war #not my art #journal #orginal character #roleplay #moon gaurd

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velerodra-valesinger · 7 years ago

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Defeat

Heart racing, and in a cold sweat, eyelids snapped open. Two dim lanterns in a dark room.

"Follow the Song on the wind, to find your path. You'll find it eventually"

Ava's voice echoed in her ears as clearly as if they'd been spoken yesterday. The scene replayed itself. Indri's baby had just been born, and Ava was tending to the newborn. Mere weeks after she'd severed Vel’s soul from her own.

"We are all lost, in our own way. Many times we will lose the way, or turn from a Path because it no longer suits us. Frequently we find Causes that call to us for a little while, but rarely do we find our True Path. In theory, you will find yours eventually, though chances are also that you may not. One cannot say for sure, and we will not lie to you and say it will be easy." She shrugged, handling the baby with the idle ease of one very well-practiced in such things.

She hated her in that moment. Her words - amounted to nothing. 'In theory, you will find yours eventually, though chances are also that you may not'. It was a sentence utterly void of meaning. So many times she spoke as if she were an authority on things that - when one carefully picked apart the words - meant nothing at all. She claimed to be a guide. But Vel had come to realize she was emulating a guide. She was not some sage. She was just a girl, who had strayed from the Light, whose faith was broken by a Demon. She embraced Teachings, but she - never understood them. Not really. They were just something to replace the Light, something she could put her faith in. She peddled her words as significant but they were all vacuous. Velerodra shifted in her bed.

"Of all the dreams, of all the things that could haunt my dreams, why the fuck is it you? How is it my nightmares are of something so simple as a memory of a misguided, mess of a woman coddling a child?"

She roared. The coughing spell that followed made her regret it.

In the past she'd experienced many things that, in theory, would have made for proper nightmares. Yet for Vel a nightmare was a mundane moment spent with her. They stirred her resentment, but also stirred her love of the flawed creature that had once taken her as a daughter. The intensity of the emotions were what terrified her.

"Did Ava leave a hole in you that big that you needed to go find a Legion master to fill it? The Legion has already has already -lost- their war, I could have told you that months ago. It was silly for you to even bother at all."

Now Zara's mocking tones echoed in her mind. Though the petite redhead did not quite pin down Vel's motives, she had been right in saying the Legion had lost. Vel knew it at the time she said it. The writing had been on the wall for a while. Now it was official.

The Dark Titan's Crusade was over. Argus no longer loomed above. What demons lingered on Azeroth would be hunted. The remnants of those who once served the Legion were unlikely to try and unite without the influence of Dark Titan. Demons as it turned out, were often self-serving.

A pained groan was coerced from the depths of her lungs as the battered monkette forced herself from her bed and to her feet. She staggered in place. Every nerve in her body screamed at her for moving so quickly.

Silly... that is what Zara had called it. Others will not be so kind, they would consider it traitorous. All of Azeroth save a few outcasts would see me dead if they knew I had aligned myself with the Legion. If they knew I'd used the banner of Crimson Wings to gain access to military plans and turn them over to their enemy. -Their- enemy. Not mine. I was their enemy. I -am- their enemy. I betrayed all of Azeroth. I caused units to fall prey to ambushes. And if ever I am asked if I regret my decisions, I cannot say I do. I followed the Song on the wind. Ava...

Her thoughts raced, and she reached through the darkness of her bedroom and took hold of her dresser, a bulky piece of Pandarian craftsmanship. Dark cheery wood. She held her weakened body up and caught sight of her eyes peering back at her through the darkness. Reflected by the mirror above her dresser. At this she hissed. Her body trembled as her ribs begged her to stop making noise. She dug her nails into the wood. In defiance of her body her thoughts spilled from her lips, forced into venomous words.

"And where are you now Ava? Did you follow the Song to battle? Like a proper warrior. Or were you only hollow words. -I- followed the Song. I have found a Path. A Path that lead to defeat. I followed it anyways. I knew where it was going, but never again will you be able to question my convictions. My commitment. I have damned myself to this world. And have been condemned to dwell on it. Fuck you Ava. Fuck you. I am stronger now, I have found control of the chaotic energies you 'blessed' me with, yet never taught me to manage. You spoke of Ascension, but your Ascension was forced. I have Transcended. I am not a Demon, I am more insidious, I am a seed cast from above, imbued with knowledge even you - would never have obtained. I am -worse- than any Demon. Because I go unseen. An invisible corruption that walks among the enemy. I will show you Ava, I will show you the daughter you could have had. I will guide you. If your soul has not fallen in the Crusade, I will pluck it from across the cosmos, and you will behold the being you created. You will look into my eyes, and I will see you tremble before me. I will hold your soul in my hands, and I will show you, my Truth."

Each word was spoken jaggedly and teemed with delusions and madness. And yet, there was a desperation the lurked beneath it all. A sorrow. She could taste blood in her mouth, and her lungs could not sustain her monologue and words broke down into a hacking cough. She felt faint, and placed her head against the wooden surface, still able to see the glow from her eyes peering at her from the mirror.

"Fuck you too. You most of all." she sputtered weakly, as she met her own reflected gaze.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she thrust a weak hand into the mirror, too weak to shatter it. Of course she was too weak to shatter it. So much for her ego-trip. Honestly, it amused her, the laughter that followed was more coughing than laughter. And her body finally gave out of her, she fell to the floor and just lay there - staring up at her ceiling.

When the tears stopped. When the laughter stopped. When the coughing stopped. She kept her voice low, and spoke again. "I miss you..."

Her words had no way to reach their intended target. There were few she could ever speak to about what she did on Argus. She was only gone a month, but she had seen other worlds. She had been to places where time passed differently. She'd only been gone from Azeroth for a month, but it felt, and seemed as if she'd spent years among the stars. She'd experienced many things. She knew herself better now. Emotions, to a degree, made more sense to her. She knew she was just - empty now. She'd committed herself to the losing side of a war against the world she must now live on. She was a remnant of a cause that had been snuffed out.

She had little to distract herself with when she spent time in her body. She needed to allow herself time to heal. She needed to rebuild the muscles that had wasted away. A process. She needed to stop - making it harder for herself with these little outbursts.

She felt alone.

But that was nothing new, was it?

It was different now.

There was no redemption for her.

She was no demon, her soul had been claimed and reclaimed, twisted and re-twisted.

She did not belong on Azeroth, but in truth, she had not belonged on Argus either.

She thought about Aria. About what she had said when they'd been in Deatholme.

Vel had asked why Aria had shown her what she had.

Aria had told her because the others the Vel worked with did not understand.

Only now did Vel truly grasp what she was saying.

Others thought that Aria might be changed.

Vel never thought she needed to.

If anyone might understand,

Aria might, understand.

When she was capable, she'd go to Northrend. For now, she let her eyes close.

@avaraelia, @thefrozenheart

#the dark side #evil Vel #(evel?)#handling defeat #(the best kind of demons are mortal)

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two-black-leviathans · 3 years ago

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“I’d say… Fel and Void magic are the worst with side effects and being addictive in nature… and drives the user insane as they use it and consume it.. which… I am guilty of the latter being the void magic given by the ‘old gods’ the withdrawal of it at the Atlantian complex was agonizing but worth it to finally be free of their hold and corruption” Nel admitted to Mozenrath with a bit of a frown.* “if I could I wish I could have the rest of my flight back and healed, but I also care for my new clutch with Vigos.. it is complicated” Of course with all the things Vigos was quite able to do with science… he probably could understand how it was done through external synthetic wombs along side incubators for the ones that were born from eggs.

“There are other beings besides humans on Azeroth” Nel laughed* I think the only thing remotely close to an boring human are the elven kind.. well the undead humans - forsaken as they call themselves… on Earth they’d be called zombies.. but less mindless somehow.. but you have the … Trolls of different kinds, the orcs, Basically earths mythical beasts of Minotaurs but are called Tauren…. There are the shorter folks of goblins and a newly discovered species that’s basically a fox… oh uh bi pedal Pandarian people.. but their whole kind are split faction wise and it’s kind of dumb.. That’s all the Horde… where as Alliance you have.. *He chuckled a little* The normal humans, the slightly shorter humans, and even shorter humans than those ones…. And even come with mechanical parts too… Then humans than turn into wolves… more elves.. humanoid goat people… and well the same bipedal panda beings” He took a breath and added “don’t get my started on the chaos that is this breach in reality of the shadowlands which is pissing off all the the ancients here of people just going to and from their realm freely”

@two-black-leviathans

The residual magic that sustained him would only last so long.

Mozenrath had stopped being able to feel the rush of air into his lungs long ago. How long, he couldn’t say exactly… but it was before he’d seen the blue halo of the sky fall beneath him.

Agrabah was striped with sparse clouds. His own land was always shrouded– that didn’t surprise him. His skin felt like sponge, like it was leaking steam, and he swore he could hear a faint fizzling.

Xerxes was curled over his shoulders, and he wouldn’t bother to check if his minion was still awake. He was starting to grow sluggish himself. His lungs no longer ached, and he no longer wanted for air.

He hoped Aladdin knew what his genie had done. He hoped he’d intended this result. That was the only satisfaction he would ever wish for him.

He leaned back, closed his eyes, and grew numb.

#Nel is like: At least Horde has some variation of creatures

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zhutaran-blog · 7 years ago

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The Mist of Pandaria

Today I want to post something about my Tumblr homepage style and the name of it. As you can see, I chose pictures, colors and other elements that relate to Pandarian from World of Warcraft, a famous online game made by Blizzard. Many people think Mist of Pandaria was a complete failure because of its boring content like hundreds of daily tasks. For me, however, I really like the design of Pandaria and their architectures in this expansion.

I’m always interested in traditional Chinese culture and seeing how foreign designers translate the ancient things differently as they all have different view points and there will always be comprehending deviation due to the language. And I usually find there is mixture of Chinese and Japanese elements in some works, and that also misleads foreign people, making them confuse Chinese elements with Japanese elements. But Mist of Pandarian really did a great job in this aspect and everyone can tell with no doubt that the design comes from Chinese culture.

First of all, the designers mostly use famous architectures from the real world of ancient Chian, just like the Great Wall in the drawing, which is a significient symbol of Chinese culture. There are also landmarks like Kunlun Mountains, showing that the background of design is China. I really love the combination of mountains, water and buildings, which always makes me think about Chinese Ink and wash painting then feel the “inner peace” in my heart.

Secondly, the details of architecture is also designed carefully. Actually, though looks similar, the structure like double eave roof, flying rafter, extension of bracket and sparrow brace are totally different between the two nations. The overall color, especially for the roof and wall, is different as well. In most of the dynasty, Chinese emperor prefer vivid and fresh colors like red decorated with green, while Japanese culture prefer more simple color like black and white. I used to study Chinese traditional culture at colloge, so I can tell though the style of Mist of Pandaria become more like cartoon, it still shows the traditional features which can make people feel a sense of culture.

The statues come from Terra-Cotta Warriors of Qin dynasty. This is my favourite scenery.

Even the interior reflect the famous saying by Laozi, “上善若水 (The greatest virtue is like water)”.

In all, I really love the design of this game expansion. I’m proud of my culture and wish to show it to all over the world through different ways besides the game, and I believe someday I could also create this kind of masterpiece to convey thoughts and emotions, to promote mutual understanding between different cultures.

#wow #chinese-style #mist of pandaria

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jeevethedruid · 7 years ago

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Wranduin Week

Day 1- First Meeting/Meeting Again

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Sometimes what you’re looking for comes when you are not looking.

“Die, whelp!”

The very words rattled through Anduin’s body. His bones ached as he recalled that moment. The fear within his heart as well as the acceptance of death. Even he knew how foolish it was to challenge the Warchief of the Horde when he himself was just hitting something his father described as ‘puberty’.

Even with the Warchief long gone from his life, his memory was able to wound him from the dead. Anduin let out a small sharp breath of pain and leaned to his side.

“Is everything alright, my dear prince?” A silky voice asked.

“Everything is fine. You know, someday I’m going to be a king. A long time from now. If we are still friends, what will you call me?” Anduin asked with a slightly teasing tone.

The dragon regarded Anduin for a moment before a smirk appeared on his face. “Why, I find your nickname quite endearing and I have grown accustomed to it. So, I have no desire to change it.”

“How did it even start?”

Wrathion blinked for a moment before sitting down beside Anduin on his bed. “It all started at a tavern shrouded in mist.”

Azeroth held beauty which had no words to describe it. Many have tried to paint Azeroth with their mortal words and paints and pigments, but none could ever encapsulate her true beauty. Not even a Black Dragon.

The Black Prince knew of Azeroth’s beauty, and he would stop at nothing to preserve it. Although his father was the one to shatter the world, Wrathion set his mind on mending the scar his father set upon this world. However, in order to fix the world, he must hide from it. Of the two factions on Azeroth, Wrathion found himself never belonging to either. There were many that wanted him, but it wasn’t the Horde or the Alliance he feared, it was the dragonflights he hid from.

So when word of a new island located in the ocean to the south had reached his intelligence, he looked upon the island as his new hideaway. Somewhere he could set up a base to learn more about the world and how to fix it. After spending countless hours surveying this new island, Pandaria, he had found a tavern located within a secluded part of Pandria. The Tavern Of Mists was run by a pandaren who went by the name of Tong. Although Wrathion was a complete stranger, an odd stranger at that, Tong had offered him hospitality. At first the gesture struck the dragon as quite odd and even foolish, however he assumed this was the nature of pandaren and thought nothing more of it.

Most of his days spent at the Tavern were days of knowledge finding. He had sent adventurers who were clever enough to find him on impossible tasks for his own personal benefit. Sure, some might have thought Wrathion as a cruel being. But the truth was, if you do not give an adventurer an adventure, then what are they? Wrathion learned that adventures were so easy to persuade with a few gold coins and a promise of infinite power. The black prince was also a master at taking their loyalty to their precious faction and turning it for his own personal gain. It was an easy cycle that Wrathion quickly fell into, until one event that would alter this cycle for the rest of his draconic life.

“Quickly! Place him on the table!”

The voice easily carried to where Wrathion had spent his entire day and broke him out of his calculating trance. The voice did not sound pandaren, but rather human. Curious now, Wrathion coolly made his way down the stairs. His eyes widened slightly as he spotted what looked like a dead human laying on Tong’s favorite table, bloody and broken. Another human stood over him, clad in silver plate armor which was stained red. Beside the human were two pandaren who quickly worked with their healing mist magic that only Monks could master to heal the body.

His eyes fell again onto the broken boy and he sighed a bit to himself. “What a waste,” he muttered under his breath. So many resources being wasted on the boy who wouldn’t make it.

“A waste?” The human spat out and raised furious eyes on Wrathion. “the prince himself stood up to Garrosh and he still lives. That bell should have killed a grown man.”

“He will not make it,” Wrathion said coldly to the armored human. “You are only wasting your time and their time.” He gestured to the pandaren monks who were so focused on reviving the body, they hadn’t even spared him a glance. “That, and the boy has stained my favorite table.”

The human restrained himself from launching at Wrathion and instead looked down at the human prince. “He will make it. Light knows that he will. He’s strong and the Light has chosen him.”

Despite the situation, Wrathion threw back his head and laughed. “If you must resort to praying to this entity, then there is no hope of his survival.” He took another long look at the blond haired, human prince before turning his back on both him and the armored human, and went back to the upstairs room of the tavern.

A few hours passed before he heard footsteps walking up the stairs.Thinking it was the human who had almost challenged him, Wrathion quickly stood from his chair and turned. “Ah-Tong.” He quickly gestured for his body guards, a beautiful Orc named Left and a strong human named Right, to ease themselves.

“The boy lived.”

“What?” Wrathion could hardly believe it. The boy was broken beyond repair, blood had seeped right through the table. And yet...

“He is unconscious, but he will live. Until we can send him back to where he came from, he will be staying up here. With you.” Tong continued. Even the mild mannered pandaren could not hide the joy within his voice. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he spoke.

“I am not the most hospital roommate, is there anywhere else this prince could stay?” Wrathion said, quickly regaining his composure as quickly as it had been lost.

Tong shook his head and looked over his shoulder. “I’m afraid not. It shouldn’t be too long now. Besides, you could use the company of someone your age.”

“I am a Black Dragon, I can survive without company.”

The brew master let out a small chuckle. “Stubborn as always. According to the general, the human prince is also stubborn. Like you. Perhaps the two of you will get along.”

Before Tong could say anything else to irritate the black prince, a human walked past him. The human carried the blonde prince and looked around before going to place the prince on the bed. He spared Wrathion a quick side glance before resuming his duty. He placed the prince on the bed with a gentleness that amused Wrathion. Without another word, the general left.

“I shall arrange for another bed for you,” Tong told Wrathion before he too left the room.

Wrathion waited a moment in silence before slowly walking to the occupied bed. “So... this is the work of the precious Light. Forcing this boy to suffer for the rest of his life.” He muttered to himself. The human was covered with blood soaked bandages and healing herbs. “Having to live with whatever caused this damage. Not very divine if you ask me.”

“We have not... properly met and... and you wish for my death...?”

Wrathion’s eyes widened in surprise and a smirk fell across his face as the boy spoke. It was clear there was pain under his light tone. “Believe me, if I had wished for your death, then you would not be breathing this moment or the next.”

“M...Many want me dead... and I’m here.” The prince said simply. The only things that moved was his rising chest that trembled with every breath he took. Broken ribs, broken limbs, but it was easy to tell that his spirit was not broken. Perhaps it was the only thing that kept him alive.

Humans. Such gullible creatures who were much too soft for the world of today. Their bones broke so easily and so could their spirit. The humans Wrathion had worked with were so easy to manipulate, to twist their mind and beliefs to match his own. And here was the Prince of the Humans, according to the general. Perhaps this bond could prove to be one in Wrathion’s best interest. So much power he could obtain from this prince, so long as he held the promise of power in front of the boy. Too far to reach but close enough to crave. That is what he shall do. This prince shall be his own, one who will help him in his mission to save Azeroth.

He would be his Dear Prince.

#wranduinweek2017 #I know I'm late #But here it is.#Wranduin #My writing

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simplysoriya · 5 years ago

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I) 2 things they really enjoy.J) 2 things they’re not really fond of.

The young monk snickered at the symmetry of the question, “Balance. I dig your style.”

“Ugh, I’m not going to lie, I hate these sort of questions. I enjoy a lot of things. I feel like sometimes I’m just grabbing in a hat and picking something random like a sunset.”

“Speaking of sunsets, in the weird way my mind works, I guess one of the bigger ones is surfing. I’m not sure who actually came up with it first, but Trolls tend to talk like it was them. Can’t really blame them either, it does seem to be true.”

“There’s a lot to enjoy about it for me. It’s just sort of chill and exhilarating all at the same time. Sometimes you go out on a nice day and just sit under the sun, among the waves, moving with the tide as it bops you up and down. Sometimes you have a great time and don’t even catch a single wave. Other times there are ones so big it feels like you’re in a water tunnel that’s both forming itself and breaking at the same time. Like it’s about to swallow you up whole... Which is super cool. Definitely a favorite. You can even use the waves sorta like ramps if you get enough speed. It’s kind of like you’re flying for a minute, but you don’t have to worry about the landing or anything- usually.”

“Uhhhhm....” Soriya sifted through the excess of things she enjoyed. Before long a lightbulb popped above her head as she seemed to find a sufficient answer. “I really like Pandarian cooking too. It’s like the definition of comfort food. I remember the early days in my training when I would drink with the brewmasters. I promise that you do not know pain until the day after spending the night drinking with those Ox folk. I would have probably literally died from training with a hangover like that but a couple of the locals looped me in on the secret. They have this recipe for a thing called pho that comes from one of the island provinces and I don’t know what they put in it but I swear it’s the perfect hangover cure. And pretty delicious to boot.”

“I mean, miracle cures aside, I don’t think I’ve really had anything on the panadian cuisine menu that I didn’t like. Every thing’s super good. I guess because they were isolated for so long all they’ve had is local spices and stuff like that. I think they really perfected some of the dishes down there because of it.”

“I recommend the shrimp fried dumplings if you ever find yourself out at Dawns Blossom in the Jade Forest. One of my faves.”

“And now the hard part.” Soriya spoke in a low tone to herself as she mulled over things that she didn’t quite like so much.

“I don’t want to get political. I know this is a hot button issue for a lot of people, and there are a lot of conflicting views, as well as wounds old and new but... I hate war. I hate that half of everyone in the world might potentially want to kill me because of what banner they might think I fly. I hate that it seems non-stop, and instead of ever preventing the loss of life or making even a -little- bit of anything better... it always just makes everything worse. It makes people hurt. And maybe there are good justifications for some things but... in the end it’s usually just revenge that only ends up hurting more people. Creating more wounds. More vendettas. It feels like it never ends. Like it’s a machine that feeds on every ones suffering and hatred. It’s just... designed to take. Never to give. I wish more people would realize that.”

“I’m also not a really big fan of spiders but that’s more so because they freak me out. Well... actually now that I think about it the bigger ones probably have killed a bunch of people so I guess that’s a fair reason not to like them. But like... it’s definitely because they’re icky. Don’t let me make false justifications.”

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tumbleintonothing · 7 years ago

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Character Sheet: Mae’Thyn Shadowsoul

OOC INFORMATION:

What I am looking for: Character progression, story lines, Pre-established friendships/partnerships. Really anything- I can be greedy~!

Fandom: World of Warcraft- Some... Limited FF online... For the small stint I played- Mae is a Catbae.

Faction I play on: Horde

Server: Wyrmrest Accord

Venues for roleplay: If my stupid crazy life allows it, I’ll play on line, otherwise a lot of his life has been tumblr and Skype. I haven’t edged into Discord yet, well... For writing.

Types of RP: I am one of those crazy multi-para descriptive humans. I try to adapt and be fluid, but dammit I love my descriptions.

Triggers: Strangely nothing -too- much triggers. I believe that for a reaction there is an action- However, anything gory relating to kids... Its a no go.

Things I will not RP: Again I don’t really hold anything back if given a situation. Reaction = action. If my character messes with you and you decide to torture him, hey, he deserved it. Again though, kids. Wont touch them, wont do /anything/ sexual around or with them- I’ll rp with anyone, but if it hedges into a sexual nature and the player tells me they are under age, I won’t do it either. I’m 18+ which means I come with adult themes.

RP Strong points: I make sure there is an open ooc communication. There has to be to make sure everything is working out well. I’d like to think I’m both adaptive and friendly, and willing to write just about anything.

RP Weak points: I work. By work I mean I work like 90% of my life away, which leaves little room for actually going on line to play in game rp wise. I also love to mythic/heroic raid WHEN life allows me, which also eats up an absurd amount of my time. However you want that sweet mount a heroic boss drops? I got you.

IC INFORMATION BELOW:

Name: Mae’Thyn Aiden Shadowsoul.

Nicknames: Hunter, Beast, Tiger, Spectral, Wandere, Wolf

Race: Sin’Dorito

Age: Mid 30′s for elf

Face Claim: Adam Levine

Class/Profession: Hunter, Assassin, Tracker/Ranger, Smartass

Location: Wherever he wishes to lay his head for the night, but has a home in the Jade with his kids.

What he would be known for: A lot of things. He helped free the Pandarian from the Sha, helped push the line through when the dark portal took us back in time- Possibly found passed out drunk on a park bench in Silvermoon. Usually though he avoids being known. Family ties are a bitch when your dad is a mob boss.

Personality: Secretive about his past, more so about his current life. He will however be friendly and open and willing to talk to anyone if they at least a decent human and not his brothers. He tries very hard to be polite and thoughtful when in society with others, but sometimes he reverts to the beast inside, and then it becomes a question of how trapped does he feel. He however is very charming, and has very immature moments, Like putting explosives on arrows and firing them at the dark portal. Oh, and he drinks. A lot. Like... Probably an unhealthy amount.

Languages: Thalassian, Orcish, Forsaken, Zandali, Common, Dwarvish, Darnassian, Draenei.

Height: 6’8”

Build: Athletic/fit

Eye Colour: Toxic green

Hair Colour: Reddish brown.

Scars: His back is littered in whip marks and slashes- Like at one point someone whipped him so badly that his back had to have been in ribbons. He has a few other scars littered over his body just from being out in the wilds and being attacked by animals or bar fights, but his back is the most notable mess of scars. Its also a sour point for him.

Tattoos: To many to name, but there are four he regards the closest

-First - On his left arm there is a full sleeve that wraps around shoulder, drags down bicep and forearm, stopping at the wrist. It looks like rock or steel, wrapped over and along the surface of skin, while tribal patterns in a sort of Northrend style were implemented along the inner depths in oranges and reds - Really this symbolizes the mail he wears, his armor that protects that fire underneath him, always ready to rise to the surface and consume him if given the chance.

Second - He has a few letters in the Draenei dialect tattooed over his heart, when roughly translated means “Wandering Soul“ It was a nickname bestowed to him from a friend, and the Draenei alphabet just appealed to him, the style with which it can be written.

Third - A tiger wraps itself around right bicep, pulling over elbow and then pressed down along forearm. Mae isn’t like most hunters, in that he uses spirit beasts as his primary pet. While traversing the jungles he came across a black tiger, with bright green eyes, and this beast with power and fangs felt more like his companion then any other animal - He also see’s himself as such a creature. Its keen intelligence and the way he carried himself made Mae picture himself as that tiger, and thus he got it tattooed.

Four - Down along left side in the same Draenei dialect he has a quote written on his flesh, something he almost adheres to. If one is to again understand the written word, it say - “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. ”

Piercings: A few up his ears.

At first glance: Dressed in mails and leathers, inside the city he’d be a tall, dark presence, like a sore thumb among the nobles and really any other elves. He’d always have his hood pulled down, so you’d not really be able to catch his face or his eyes at first glance- And even more he’d keep himself pretty quiet. He’d usually be off to the side- Not trying to be an edge lord, more just trying to keep distance. It might be off putting, but if you could get him to crack that crooked smile, you might be going places.

#Found it neto #Haven't done one of these in a while #Mae

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